I used to hide

Of hiding how we see and seeing how we hide

A continuation from pre-tend-ing.

I used to hide.

When I was a little girl, I loved to tuck myself under tables, behind couch cushions, in my closet, underneath my strawberry bedspread. I learned to hide in plain view, too, inside leaves raked as outlines of a house, in the garage with boxes lined up as my school, or simply inside the bounty of daydreams …